Racing Through King's Cross
passed through Kings Cross today on Victoria
Line. no stops. a feint odor of smoke.
eerie empty horror
movie twilight. empty platforms.
twelve people looked up, eyes
shifting, lips
pursed. most
stayed in their music
or newspaper world -
distant - far
from the bodies
and bits of flesh.
I wanted to scream -
let’s all have a moment of silence here!
but - everyone was already quiet
contained. Bombings
happen all the time.
Remember the IRA?
They were more horrified
by my breast in Winston's’ mouth - lulling
hiss groans of rocking train and working jaws
helping his eyelashes kiss cheeks.
limbs going dead in my arms.
Line. no stops. a feint odor of smoke.
eerie empty horror
movie twilight. empty platforms.
twelve people looked up, eyes
shifting, lips
pursed. most
stayed in their music
or newspaper world -
distant - far
from the bodies
and bits of flesh.
I wanted to scream -
let’s all have a moment of silence here!
but - everyone was already quiet
contained. Bombings
happen all the time.
Remember the IRA?
They were more horrified
by my breast in Winston's’ mouth - lulling
hiss groans of rocking train and working jaws
helping his eyelashes kiss cheeks.
limbs going dead in my arms.
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